When I was little (around 7-8) my mom used to go to my aunts house for what she called "Tupperware parties". I always got excited for this because well, it had the word party. She'd come home sometimes with nothing, but sometimes with armfuls of frikken Tupperware. Then it started leaking into family occasions. It moved from Tupperware to jewelry (not sure of the brand). I distinctly remember on Thanksgiving we had a beautiful dinner at my aunts house, then along with dessert came out rows and racks of fake, plastic jewelry. There was this lady there who was not family who was insistent on me "asking my Mommy' for some, so I could "look pretty". Keep in mind I'm trans, and was coming out at the time so looking "pretty" was not my goal and it made me extremely uncomfortable that this giant over make upped hun was preying on my aunts "niece". Turns out she was my aunts upline, or something, I think she called her a mentor. This woman followed me around the entire party trying to lace me in god awful jewelry and kept feeding me lines to tell my mom like "Go tell your Mommy you NEED this bracelet because it makes you look SOOOOoOOOo fab!".

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After that Thanksgiving it stopped, thank God, I think enough family complained to my aunt that if she pulled that shit again there would be no Thanksgiving at her house anymore. She's out of it now, and we haven't talked about that holiday for years. I think most of us buried the memories and have a silent pact to never speak of it again.